Chiaroscuro
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jul 7, 2010
"...I’m sure the pale pep talks of fighting for peace have been repeated numerous times in the past. The colonies say they need armaments to maintain peace. It’s no different from on Earth. The colonies think they have joined the big boys. I guess they believe that the bloodshed would lead to higher morale--"
This new transfer student was definitely odd, with his untraceable accent and his wild hair and his piercing gaze. Nobody had heard of his family name, either, which was definitely unusual for somebody attending such an exclusive academy. And while the traditional greeting speech was an anodyne collection of banal platitudes, he had instead surprised his class of PLANT's best and brightest with a long and fiery speech that seemed perilously close to denouncing ZAFT and the colonies' recent militaristic bent. It was a controversial choice, to say the least, and only ended when the teacher cut in: "Okay, that's enough, Duo Maxwell. Let's avoid that topic for now...it's making your classmates uncomfortable. Personally, I don't feel it was an appropriate subject for your greeting speech. Now, Duo, please take a seat in the back."
Heero Yuy, or rather 'Duo Maxwell', glanced at the teacher without turning his head. He closed his eyes, tilted his head in the barest hint of acknowledgement, and made his way up the stairs to the back row of the room without a scrap of hesitation or shame in his bearing. It might have been inappropriate. It still needed to be said. And if some of the students were giving him rather hateful glares as he passed, well, he'd dealt with much worse in his short life. Glares didn't explode, for one thing.
His chosen seat (the one closest to the aisle) happened to be next to a girl with shockingly pink hair. For a moment, just a moment, Heero was reminded of another young girl he'd sat next to by a quirk of fate. But that was (what felt like) a long time ago and hundreds of thousands of miles away. He began to rummage through his bag for his school supplies without making eye contact. He was only here because the school made for a useful cover. He could lay low for a little bit, at least.
This new transfer student was definitely odd, with his untraceable accent and his wild hair and his piercing gaze. Nobody had heard of his family name, either, which was definitely unusual for somebody attending such an exclusive academy. And while the traditional greeting speech was an anodyne collection of banal platitudes, he had instead surprised his class of PLANT's best and brightest with a long and fiery speech that seemed perilously close to denouncing ZAFT and the colonies' recent militaristic bent. It was a controversial choice, to say the least, and only ended when the teacher cut in: "Okay, that's enough, Duo Maxwell. Let's avoid that topic for now...it's making your classmates uncomfortable. Personally, I don't feel it was an appropriate subject for your greeting speech. Now, Duo, please take a seat in the back."
Heero Yuy, or rather 'Duo Maxwell', glanced at the teacher without turning his head. He closed his eyes, tilted his head in the barest hint of acknowledgement, and made his way up the stairs to the back row of the room without a scrap of hesitation or shame in his bearing. It might have been inappropriate. It still needed to be said. And if some of the students were giving him rather hateful glares as he passed, well, he'd dealt with much worse in his short life. Glares didn't explode, for one thing.
His chosen seat (the one closest to the aisle) happened to be next to a girl with shockingly pink hair. For a moment, just a moment, Heero was reminded of another young girl he'd sat next to by a quirk of fate. But that was (what felt like) a long time ago and hundreds of thousands of miles away. He began to rummage through his bag for his school supplies without making eye contact. He was only here because the school made for a useful cover. He could lay low for a little bit, at least.